Glitter & Crimson [COMPLETED]

5

It was almost instant. As soon as Louis stepped out of the car, he slipped aside and offered his hand to help Zayn out, every movement fluid and practiced, as though they'd done this a thousand times before. Cameras flashed wildly, capturing every detail of the pair—their wedding rings glinting under the lights, the easy smiles they exchanged, everything that hinted at a story deeper than the one they were selling. To the world, they were the newlyweds, an unexpected but thrilling twist in the lives of pop's biggest icons.

Louis and Zayn moved forward in perfect sync, bracing for the onslaught of interviews. Smiling and waving, they both knew the questions would circle back to their impromptu wedding, the mysterious whirlwind romance that left fans shocked and tabloids frothing for more details.

The five young men made their way to the grand entrance of the movie premiere, receiving polite nods and morning greetings from the press and journalists. But as soon as they reached the entrance, the formality faded, and they were whisked into the familiar chaos of hair and makeup, the buzz of activity making it impossible to ignore the weight of the day.

Kylie, their public relations manager, appeared almost immediately, barely allowing the makeup team to begin before launching into a rapid-fire briefing. She gestured passionately, her words spilling out faster than anyone could keep up with. "Alright, so here's how today's going to go. I need you—"

"Whoa, whoa, I'm going to stop you right there, love." Louis cut her off with a mischievous grin. "You're talking so fast it's like you're speaking Spanish." He smirked, glancing at Zayn for backup, hoping to lighten the mood a bit.

Kylie pursed her lips, unimpressed. "All I'm saying is, make sure you two stay flirty and close—cuddly even, okay? On and off camera," she warned, her gaze narrowing slightly. "The press is going to be watching you two like hawks."

Louis rolled his eyes dramatically, crossing his arms. "When will you learn that the more you try to boss me around, the less I'm actually going to listen?" He tilted his head, his expression defiant. "Tell me to do something, and my brain's too busy thinking about how not to do it to actually get anything done," he added with a wink.

A snicker came from Harry, who was watching the exchange with amusement. "Are you sure you don't have ADHD?" he teased, giving Louis a playful nudge.

Louis grinned. "Oh, probably. But hey, keeps things interesting, doesn't it?"

Despite the laughter, an underlying tension lingered in the room—a silent acknowledgment that today wasn't just another appearance. The world was waiting for them to slip up, to reveal that the whirlwind marriage was a publicity stunt, that the so-called romance wasn't as real as it seemed. But today, the act wasn't just for the cameras; they were in this together, putting on a show that they had to believe in themselves.

As they stepped onto the carpet, Louis felt Zayn's hand brush his, a silent reminder that they were in this together, for better or worse. Then, Zayn wrapped an arm around Louis' waist, pulling him closer than necessary, whispering something into his ear, his hand sliding into Louis' back pocket with an almost possessive ease.

Louis raised an eyebrow but leaned into the touch, playing along with a smirk, catching Zayn's eye with a mixture of mischief and something softer. Whatever line separated the act from reality was blurring, and the questions in both their minds seemed to surface in those fleeting, silent exchanges.

After the red carpet, the group was ushered into an interview room, where rows of reporters sat eagerly, eyes wide with curiosity. Louis and Zayn took seats next to each other, the room's atmosphere shifting as the interviewer began with the question everyone had been dying to ask.